Enishi's relentless assault continued unabated, each blow striking with the force of a thunderous tempest. Despite being thrown around like a ragdoll, Shin refused to yield, his determination fueling his resilience as he weathered the storm of Enishi's attacks.
With each bone-jarring impact, Shin's body screamed in protest, but he refused to let the pain overwhelm him. Summoning every ounce of his strength, he pushed himself back onto his feet, his eyes blazing with unwavering resolve.
Even as Enishi prepared to deliver another punishing blow, Shin seized upon a fleeting moment of opportunity. Drawing upon the depths of his Enes reserves, he invoked the power of the Netherworld Enes, tapping into energies from the realm of the dead.
As the spectral energies coalesced around him, Shin's hands began to glow with an eerie, ethereal light. With a focused effort of will, he shaped the energies into a formidable weapon—a scythe forged from the very essence of death itself.
The scythe hummed with otherworldly power, its blade shimmering with a dark, ominous aura. Shin knew that direct attacks against Enishi would be futile; his opponent's strength was beyond comprehension. Instead, he sought to exploit a weakness, a vulnerability that even the mighty Enishi could not easily defend against.
With a swift and fluid motion, Shin brought the scythe to bear, its razor-sharp blade slicing through the air with lethal precision. As it struck Enishi, a surge of necrotic energy coursed through his body, sapping his strength and vitality.
Enishi's reaction was immediate, his movements fluid and decisive as he deftly countered Shin's assault. With a dismissive wave of his hand, he brushed aside the scythe's blade, its effects nullified by his formidable defenses.
"That's not going to work," Enishi declared, his voice dripping with derision. Despite Shin's valiant efforts, it was clear that his gambit had failed to yield the desired results.
Undeterred, Shin remained steadfast, his determination unshaken by Enishi's taunts. He knew that victory would require more than mere brute force; it would demand cunning, strategy, and a willingness to push beyond the limits of conventional combat.
As the battle raged on, Shin prepared to unleash a barrage of attacks, each one fueled by the raw power of the Netherworld Enes.
Enishi's movements were a blur as he closed the distance between himself and Shin with astonishing speed, his figure a mere streak of motion against the backdrop of the battlefield. At a staggering pace of 100 tredecillion times the speed of light, Enishi's approach was nothing short of awe-inspiring.
With a swift and decisive motion, he seized Shin by the face, his grip firm and unyielding. With effortless strength, he hurled Shin aside as if he were a mere ragdoll, sending him hurtling through the air with bone-jarring force.
As Shin struggled to regain his bearings, his mind raced with thoughts of strategy and determination. Despite the overwhelming odds stacked against him, he refused to succumb to despair, his spirit unbroken even in the face of such daunting opposition.
Summoning his courage, Shin confronted Enishi once more, his voice laced with defiance as he challenged his adversary's claims of invincibility. "Are you avoiding my attacks because you know they'll be fatal?" he questioned, his words tinged with skepticism.
Enishi's response was swift and dismissive, his confidence unwavering as he asserted his dominance over the battlefield. "Don't be foolish," he retorted, his tone dripping with disdain. "Your attacks won't inflict any damage to me."
Undeterred by Enishi's arrogance, Shin pressed on, his determination unshaken by the seemingly insurmountable odds arrayed against him. "We'll see about that," he declared, a defiant smirk playing across his lips.
The exchange continued as Shin sought to unravel the mystery of Enishi's seemingly invulnerable defenses. "The concept of death does not apply to me," Enishi proclaimed, his words laced with an air of superiority.
But Shin was not so easily deterred, his resolve unwavering as he prepared to face his opponent head-on. "You can die!" he countered, his voice ringing out with determination.
Enishi's response was swift and dismissive, his confidence unwavering as he dismissed Shin's assertions with a wave of his hand. "Not from 'Death manipulation,'" he declared, his tone dripping with scorn.
With his scythe held firmly in hand, Shin prepared to unleash a flurry of attacks, his determination burning brighter than ever. As the battle raged on, he knew that victory would require more than mere brute force; it would demand cunning, strategy, and a willingness to push beyond the limits of conventional combat.
Enishi's movements were a blur as he closed the distance between himself and Shin, his smile a taunting challenge to his opponent. With a deft maneuver, Shin swung his scythe in a wide arc, aiming to catch Enishi off guard with a powerful slash. Yet, Enishi proved to be as elusive as he was formidable, effortlessly evading the attack with a graceful lean beneath the deadly blade.
Reacting swiftly, Shin attempted to redirect his swing, hoping to catch Enishi off balance and leave him vulnerable to a counterattack. But Enishi was one step ahead, charging his fist with a surge of Enes that crackled with raw power. With a thunderous impact, he delivered a devastating blow to Shin's abdomen, the force of the strike creating a deafening explosion that echoed across the battlefield.
The sheer force of the blow sent Shin hurtling through the air, his body tumbling uncontrollably as he struggled to regain his bearings. Meanwhile, Kaito and Raiden turned to witness the unfolding clash, their eyes widening in shock at the sheer intensity of the exchange. Enishi stood tall and resolute, his four arms crossed in an imposing display of power as he awaited the outcome of his devastating assault.
For Kaito, the sight was nothing short of staggering, the sheer force of Enishi's attack threatening to tear reality itself asunder. As he watched Shin being propelled across the battlefield, Kaito couldn't help but wonder if the very fabric of existence had been rent apart by the sheer force of the blow. Lost in his thoughts, he failed to notice Haruka's approach until it was too late, the sudden impact of his kick sending Kaito crashing to the ground with bone-jarring force.
As he struggled to rise from the earth, Kaito couldn't help but curse his lapse in focus, realizing that his attention should have been firmly fixed on the battle unfolding before him. With a resigned sigh, he muttered to himself, resolving to refocus his efforts on the fight at hand rather than allowing himself to be distracted by thoughts of what might be happening to his allies.